Chapter 1 Vampire Kiss

And there's a kiss of a vampire signing my neck

Cold as Ice

But you'll never forget

"NO! Get back!" Jonathan shouted at his Dark Shadowhunters.

Simon felt a surge of pity flood over him. Here was the real Jonathan, the Jonathan that never had a chance to live.

Jonathan's army froze in confusion, not knowing what to do or say against their leader.

From behind them, Jocelyn came. She pushed them away, shoving Amatis without a look, and slowly stepped to Jonathan, whom had began to cough and blood ran from his mouth.

Jocelyn looked at him with a mixture of amazement, disbelief and terrible horror. "

Mother?" Jonathan asked in a small voice, as if he was a small boy again. He reminded Isabelle of Max like this. The tiny little boy she had loved more then anything. It felt hurtful to think of him in any way like Max, but the way he sounded and how his gaze was unclear but focusing, reminded her of how Max tried to look at people without his glasses.

Besides, it was Sebastian who killed him.

Before them was an entirely other person. A different boy whom she had never met.

Jonathan coughed more, blood running from his mouth.

Jocelyn's face hardened at the sight and she softly kneeled down.

She placed her upon her lap, holding his head and stroking hair out of his face, like a mother would.

Clary stared shocked, she would have never done it. She didn't had the strength and the forgiveness in her to do it. But then again, Jocelyn had always blamed herself for Jonathan's existence so it must be something different to her.

The boy's breathing eased and bloody foam had been created upon his thin lips. "I am so sorry." He said gasping and he looked at Clary, whom could only stare back. "I am so..." He coughed again, more blood coming from his mouth.

Dying probably wasn't easy.

"I know there is nothing I could say or do now that would allow me to even die with a single shred of grace." He said. "And I would hardly blame you if you cut my throat. But I just...Want you to know...That I'm sorry..."

The last sentence was hardly said. He was having difficulty to breathe, so let alone speak!

Clary was speechless.

What on earth could she say?! It's alright?!

No. He had done way too much evil to be told that ît was alright. B

ecause it wasn't. It would never be alright. There were things you could never forgive. But technically, he had never done those things. It had been Sebastian who did it all, not Jonathan. Her brother. She remembered what Luke said to her, 'The Amatis that is serving Sebastian is no more the sister then the Jace who served Sebastian was the boy you loved. No more then Sebastian is the son your mother out to have had.' .

She looked at Jonathan now and tried to feel something else then hate. "Don't. " Jonathan said and he half closed hs eyes as if he was struggling to keep himself awake.

"I see you're trying to puzzle it out, my sister. Don't forgive me. Luke can forgive his sister as she had been his sister once. She had been human. I however," He coughed once more before continueing," I never existed at all. Heavenly fire burns away what is evil. Jace survived Glorious because he was good. I was born for corruption. What you see is merely a ghost of someone who could have been. Nothing more, nothing less."

Simon felt himself move forward as well.

He couldn't help but feel that someone should have mercy. Mercy for Jonathan who never had the chance to live. Everybody deserved redemption if they were willing to show remorse, at least that is what religion taught Simon. He had seen a lot of horrible things as a Daylighter, but right now, taking away yet another innocent's person chance to live was the final straw to Simon.

Jocelyn was crying by now and didn't even looked up when Simon sat next to her.

"When I die, the Endarkened will rush to you." Jonathan said, still looking at Jocelyn. His gaze slowly went back to Clary.

"Where's Jace?" He asked softly to his sister, who still looked at him with shock. "

I am here." Jace said and in a few seconds he was next to Clary.

He was having a hard time not to kill Jonathan. He wanted revenge so badly and it was so hard. But the boy in front of him had never done those things. It was hard for Jace to figure out if he should still kill him, or show the boy mercy, because in a way Jonathan was a tragic figure. Almost as if he had stepped out of a book.

"Take my sword and cut it open." He said, his breath still in gasps as he indicated at Phaesphoros. "Cut what open?" Jocelyn asked in puzzlement.

But Jace already had moved forward. He grabbed Phaesphoros and flipped himself from the dais. He strode past the Endarkened ones and the ring of runes, to the spot where the Behemoth demon laid dead in it's own ichor. He sliced the demon op and reached into it. Like it was obvious.

"How did he know?" Clary asked softly. "He...knows me." Jonathan breathed out softly, like a gentle breeze.

A tide of stinking demon guts poured over the floor and Jace's face twisted in disgust. He absolutely loathed it but then his eyes widened in surprise and realization. His hand went inside of the demon and it got out something small.

The cup.

The Infernal Cup.

Clary looked at Jonathan who shuddered and and his eyes were rolling back.

"T-tell him." He stuttered. thought she'd never hear him stutter, it was almost endearing. "Tell him to throw it into the ring of runes."

"Throw it into the circle!" She cried out to Jace who reacted quickly.

Amatis spun around, her eyes wide. "No!"She cried "If the cup is ruined, so shall we be!"

She looked at Jonathan. "Lord Sebastian! Don't let your army be destroyed! We are loyal!" Jace looked at Luke for one last time, knowing he had to kill Amatis. Luke nodded, intense pain reflected in his eyes.

The ultimate sadness was killing Luke, but he knew that Amatis had to die. He had lost his sister forever and he knew it. Jonathan had half-supported himself against Jocelyn's shoulder and he looked at Amatis; his green eyes were like green lights. It reminded Simon of traffic lights. "I'm sorry. I should never half created you." He looked away.

Jace flung the cup into the circle. It struck to the ground and shattered into tiny bits.

Amatis gasped and put her hand to her chest.

She looked at Luke with a look of love, before she slumped to the ground. Soon the other Endarkened followed one by one.

Until the room was full of corpses.

He coughed once again and Simon sat closer.

"I could help you." He said quietly.

Jonathan seemed to know what Simon was talking about, after a while at least.

"No...Let me die." Jonathan coughed. Simon shook his head.

"I won't let another innocent life go to waste." And Simon bit down. this time his blood didn't taste as toxic anymore. It tasted strange, it tasted good however. Not that it suddenly made him all happy go lucky or was as good as Isabelle's, but it was good nonetheless. It didn't tasted like demon guts so Simon was happy. Jonathan seemed to struggle weakly and everybody in the room just stared as if Simon had lost his mind.

But Simon drank anyways, not caring what other people thought.

Soon he cut his own wrist with his fangs and made Jonathan drink by holding the boys nose. Soon, it would all be different. Soon, he would be a vampire.

Jonathan had difficulty with swallowing the blood, as his throat was fully of the blood of his own, but he managed somehow.

Jonathans eyes closed, and well, he died.